Poetry, BAH!

Poetry is a form of selection. Wisely, words are chosen to form short and witful phrases. It's the collection of such thoughts that bring forth the art. The art of expression and empathy. The diference between a lyrical mess and poetry, is originality. Patterns of rhyming, strict syllable rules and all these restrictions nearly makes the poet within me convulse in shivers. I'll admit, I'm condescending regarding the topic of poetry. I hardly ever willingly read poetry from others. I'd rather read my own, steal lines from myself and make more. To branch off, really. I'm always left with rage reading others' work. I can't change what they have written, however I can to my own. The best poetry comes from pure thought. Free form rants which are merely dressed well. Rants is a vague word as well. Anything that goes into detail, more specific the clearer the image is, is what I can smile at.

School poem.

Lurk these halls
Observe the maturity through the years
A courthouse background settling the scene
This school is of no other
History of it has made it so

I ignore the sounds I hear
Bells forlorn, and firedrills silent
Congratulations on graduation is all I accept

Early school day mornings
I regret to awake to the soon to come stench
The wreaking pubescent dirty children

Senses are a curse
In these six hour spurts
Farewell, to those suffering too

"Maybe I'm a ghost."

My will to write has been becoming smaller as these recent days haul on. I don't have things to write about. Rather, I'm more interested in living through all these moments than passing the time to capture them. It's true when said, "As you look to the past you miss the now and future." I'm sort of talking to myself here because I'm not being very specific and none of you who read this will really understand what I'm referring to. That's usually how I write, in a mysterious vague code. I'm not secretive, I don't just easily give away things information to people that don't try to figure it out themselves. Ask me anything and I'll answer bluntly. Instead of writing, lately I've been reading through all I've been writing within the past year. I'm almost gifted in self awareness as I read about myself. Things I already knew, however they're laid out in bold print to my face. It's a cold embrace to take in knowing who you are. It's not anything to do with not being who you want to be or anything of the sort. The true cause of this comforting vibe is having yourself finally understood. Good, bad or indifferent, you finally have yourself there, on paper, with everything described. Again, this is vague. These are more of feelings than thoughts and thus there are no words for any of this. Lately I've been more than tired. I do my bidding in dreams. There's so many awkward moments that almost seem that time itself is embarrassed. That things don't belong in this reality when they happen. Almost as if to say, "Oops, was that noticable?" Look again, I'm vague. Even to myself. I can't keep myself to continue typing as I'm distracted listening to the sound of key strokes swell in volume, then diminish in unison. As I live through this living writer's block, the ending will bring me to some sort of inspiration for a horror tale, that of which I'm sure.

Open Journal

My thoughts today are scattered. Tomorrow I'm presenting a bill to model congress to establish affordable fundamental health care, life insurance and car insurance. Before you start to assume I'm a socialist, allow me to explain. Now, affordable is defined by figuring a state's living expense on minimum wage. These services/programs should be affordable for folks who cannot conjure such expenses for their health care, life insurance and car insurance. It is not free. It's just a means for everyone to have the opportunity, since we are a land greatly in depth of that concept, to purchase it if needed. It shouldn't be limited to just the poverty stricken citizens. All who would rather have this cheaper form of fundamental care may apply. By fundamental, I mean the absolute basics. Which include doctor visits, X-rays, emergency room visits, etc. Nothing like plastic surgery or prescriptions at all. There is a market for these services aside from governmental aid. They should provide the more elaborate plans offering more coverage and the like. A team is only as strong as its weakest player, and we must help all those in hardship to rise in unity. I don't even see how it can even be conceivable for people to be in debt for paying for the loss and burial of a loved one. Paying for your license, paying a mandatory insurance, is ridiculous. Lets make this affordable for all to have. Lets have those bigger corporations be the ones to offer your car's coverage and whatnot. In fact, lets make this a bundle pack with all three included at said figured rate established by minimum wage. So yes, this is a socialist idea. However, it's achieved by capitalist means.

Pan's Labyrynth

To define a favorite movie, covers a lot of requirements. Considering there's various genres, themes, effects and whatnot, a great film must capture it all or find a way for it not to be needed. I propose Pan's Labyrinth. In every aspect, it is as artistic as it gets. Set in a turbulent era of Spain, the whole movie is in Spanish with subtitles; of course. Although it's a French-Canadian film, they really made sure everything was exactly as it would have really been. It's a very far fetched tale that's meant to be taken very seriously. Every scene is seemingly dramatic, no matter how miniscule it is to the major picture. Everything is relative to some other point of the movie. Not only was this movie written flawlessly, it's beautiful to look at. Everything is the best of quality. There's no solid concrete plot. It's a young girl's imagination explained very vaguely. The whole purpose of the story is to invoke your own imagination and to comprehend it all with your own eyes and ears. Some scenes are left a mystery and unsolved even after the credits start to roll. Needing more sequels or prequels, I doubt that will happen due to the sheer artistic drive of its purpose.